Monday, May 18, 2020

TOP TIER. BUILD A BETTER TRIP. I'M A COWGIRL, WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE! EVERY CLUB HAS AN ACRE. ICE COLD. AHHHH. FLAVOR OF FIRE. JOSEPHINE'S. STRANGE INHERITANCE. ROUGH BOYZ. PROUD MAMA. CALMING HEAT. POWER XL IRON. MARRY NAME. NEXT STEAL PLATE. MAGIC EAR. BULBHEAD. DIRECT RELIEF. DRIVER LICENSE HARDSHIP HELP. ASK THE JUDGE WHO RELEASED ME FROM JAIL ON THE ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT, SUBSTITUTED FOR GRAND THEFT AUTO? TO COVER SHELLEY'S TICKETS ON MY DL? TO COVER COPS WHO NEVER GAVE ME TICKETS OR WARNINGS? TO A PROSECUTOR WHO REFUSED TO CONTACT INSURANCE AGENT? TO ANOTHER JUDGE WHO WORKED WITH PROSECUTORS AND COPS, TO RECREATE ALTERNATIVE FACTS, AND A CRAZY ASS TIMELINE AND NOT BEING IN THE STATE? KALISPELL DRIVER LICENSING SAW THE DOUBLE TROUBLE AND I HAVE TO BE THE ONE TO GET A NEW DRIVER LICENSE NUMBER? HELLO, WASHINGTON COUNTY, UTAH! FUCK? PERFECT DRIVING RECORD BEFORE SUING IRON COUNTY AND THE STATE OF UTAH. AFTER--NOT SO GOOD! COURT CLERK CHICK--WE SEE YOU ON THE JAIL VIDEO? DID YOU SEE ME GET THE TICKET? FUCK? WE SAW YOU RIDE THE TRAIN. DID YOU SEE ME RIDE THE TRAIN AT THE TIME OF THE ALLEGED, OR WHAT I THINK, HAPPENED, SEEING THAT THE AMTRAK COPS STARTED CHASING ME 8 MONTHS BEFORE RIDING THE TRAIN? FUCK? TIMELINES MATTER. FACTS MATTER. SISTER SHIT HAPPENS AND HAS SINCE I WAS DIAGNOSED TO DIE! COPS MARRY MY NAME--SHEAR POWER WITH COPS! AND THE CRIMINAL JUSTICE SYSTEM! FUCK? THEY DRIVE ON IDENTITY THEFT FELONIES? I DON'T GET TO DRIVE? WHAT THE FUCK? YOU JUST HAVE TO K NOW WHERE TO FIND THEM! CALMING HEAT. I GOT A COPY OF THE NATIONAL ENQUIRER, THE OTHER NIGHT, AT FACTORIA WALMART--VERIFY ON DEBIT CARD--THAT IS ME! REMEMBER THE NATALIE HOLLOWAY MURDER DOWN IN ARUBA? BOTCHED POLICE INVESTIGATION! LIES BY THREE YOUNG MEN SUSPECTED SENT COPS CHASING THEIR OWN TAILS! HELLO? LATER I AM GOING TO WRITE ABOUT A FEW CASES THAT MIGHT HELP SEE THE TANGLED WEBS THEY WEAVED! UNBELIEVABLE MISCHIEF! MY DAY: (1) AT THE LICENSING AND REGISTRATION ACROSS FROM THE ANDY OF MAYBERRY COP SHOP, BEHIND CROSSROADS MALL IN BELLEVUE, WASHINGTON; (2) THERE BRIGHT AND EARLY AT 6:47 AM--VERIFY IDIOTS! FUCK? (3) SOME VERY MORMON LOOKING, GROUCHY BITCH, PERFECT RELIEF SOCIETY PRESIDENT MATERIAL--TOLD ME TO READ THE SIGN ON THE DOOR. OH, HAVE TO GO TO REDMOND? I WAS HOPING THAT I COULD EXPOSE SISTER, RACHEL HICKEY, IS NOW, FUCKING ME UP, USING MY NAME TO MARRY FAR ABOVE HER GRADE LEVEL! PATRICK QUINN (FAMILY MO LAST NAME! INSIDER STORY AND CONNECTION--THAT IS WHY I SENT THE FBI TO MY SONS, SO SOMEONE KNEW THE FAMILY ORGANIZATION--OR THE MO MOB! DAUGHTERS EQUALLY AS BRIGHT, BUT BACK, 7 YEARS AGO, EVEN BEFORE MY BLOG, THERE WERE WITH SMALL KIDS, SO . . . NO SUCCESS COVERS FAILURE IN THE HOME! MO STATEMENT. (4) PARKED MY VAN AT THE MALL, FRUSTRATED, LIKE, NOT SURPRISED, ALWAYS SOMETHING, TRAINING, COMPUTERS DOWN, NOW, CORONAVIRUS? I ASKED THE FAT LADY HOW LONG THIS DL EXTENSION OFFICE WAS CLOSED? NO START DATES, NO CLOSING DATES???? JUST ASKING. ROLLS HER EYES--WHAT ARE WE IN? OH, THE PANDEMIC COVERS? OF COURSE, SILLY ME--ALL THE OTHERS OFFICES, IN MONTANA ARE OPEN AND HAVE BEEN THROUGHOUT THE PANDEMIC, SO????? PROBABLY IN RACHEL'S OLD WARD! SCREAM. EVERYWHERE I LOOK THERE IS A MORMON WARD HOUSE! FUCK? NO WONDER THE COPS ARE ALL OVER ME THE SECOND I COME TO TOWN--HOW WOULD THEY KNOW ME FROM JACK SHIT ADAM? OH, PROTECTING THE MOTORCYCLE MAMA? BLAH. BLAH. BLAH. WHAT'S NEW UNDER THE SUN? WHEN ARE THE COPS GOING TO SEPARATE CHURCH AND STATE, INTERNAL AFFAIRS AND JUST DO THEIR FUCKING JOB????? AFTER ME AGAIN? YOU KNOW, IN MOST CASES, LAW ENFORCEMENT AND THE DRIVER LICENSE DIVISIONS WANT THE STREETS SAFE, DRIVERS, INSURED, AND TO PROTECT THEIR PROPERTY BY REGISTERING THE VEHICLE WITH THE STATE? SO? BELLEVUE AND KALISPELL ARE DIFFERENT? (5) SO I GIVE UP HOPE THAT THIS COULD BE EASY--I WAS GOING TO GO IN AND TELL THEM, I NEEDED, TO BE LICENSED, BUT I AM, BUT WITHOUT BABY SISTER AND OLDER SIS, AND KAY ON MY LICENSE, WITH THEIR RECORD, MIXED, WITH MY PERFECT RECORD, GOD ONLY KNOWS, WHAT HAS BEEN ADDED TO MY PERFECT DRIVING RECORD! WHAT DID THEY KEEP OFF THEIR RECORDS? SHIT! NOT TO MENTION THE PERSONAL INFORMATION THEY STOLE TO USE TO STEAL MY ENTIRE LIFE!!!!!!! NO BIGGIE, RIGHT, THE COPS SHOULD BE AFTER ME, RIGHT? GOD? (6) ON THE WAY ON THE B LINE RAPID TRANSIT TO REDMOND, WHERE I WAS TO GO TO THE TOWN CENTER? I SAW THE COP SHOP, AND THE SENIOR CENTER AND THE COURTS, BUT, NO DRIVER LICENSING? PERFECT, BUT THERE WERE COPS, AT VARIOUS TIMES, FLAKING ONE SIDE OR THE OTHER, AS I ENTERED, REDMOND???? BLOCKING ME TO PROTECT THE GUILTY, AGAIN? FUCK EVERY TIME I HAVE GONE TO THAT TOWN, FOR THREE YEARS THEY HAVE BEEN ON MY ASS, SOMETIMES, 7 TO 10 AT A TIME--I AM WRITING A BLOG AT THE LIBRARY? WE JUST DON'T WANT YOU LANDING IN OUR JURISDICTION . . . BUCK UP, FUCK-A-ROO'S! YOUR COPS????? CLEAN MASK ZONE. THE DIRTY BITCHES, YOU DON'T SEEM TO CARE ABOUT???? HACKED, RIGHT THEM, AT, 8:17 PM. SHELLEY? KAY? RACHEL'S TOO STUPID TO HACK, BUT KENNEDY, IS NOT! BRETT IS NOT! RAIN CITY MAIDS. WORTH IT WITH MY NAME! IF YOU LOVER THESE HAGS YOU FAGS--YOU OUGHT TO LOVE THEM WITHOUT INVOLVING ME! GET THESE FUCKING CUNTS AND CLOWNS OUT OF MY LIFE! SO, I WAS JUST NOT UP TO DEALING WITH THESE FUCKING LOSER COPS! SHIT! (5) SO, AFTER A FEW HOURS, I DECIDED TO TRAY THE REDMOND DRIVER LICENSING DIVISION--THIS IS GETTING GAMEY, WHEN I GOT BACK TO TOWN, THE TAG TEAM, COPS, BELLEVUE, ROACHES, WERE PARKED, NEAR MY VAN! OH, I GUESS THE BLACK AND WHITE WAS GUARDING MY VEHICLE FOR ME! LIKE RIGHT. GOTCHA! DO YOU WANT ME TO FOLLOW THE LAW, FIX THE PROBLEM, OR DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCK THE LAW? FROM, ST. GEORGE, UTAH, TO BELLEVUE AND REDMOND, THE GOAL SEEMS TO BE TO MAKE ME FUCK UP, SO THEY CAN EITHER ARREST ME OR JAIL ME, AND TAKE MY COOL VAN! DODGE IS EATTIN' FORDS AND SHITTIN' CHEVYS! SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK--IF YOU WERE NOT TOLD TO DO THIS SHIT, WHY ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH WOULD YOU BE ALL OVER ME, LIKE FLIES ON SHIT? YESTERDAY WHILE READING THE NATIONAL ENQUIRER--I KNOW, CREDIBILITY--BUT FUN, ENTERTAINING AND MIGHT BE RIGHT--LISTENED TO ME ON COVID-19, TOP CHEMICAL AND BIOLOGICAL WARFARE EXERTS ARE WONDERING? CHINA HIDE THE PANDEMIC, AND ALLOWED, 430,000 CHINESE TO TRAVEL TO AMERICA? I CALLED THAT RIGHT OFF THE BAT! PUN INTENDED! WHAT IS A BAT DOING FUCKING A CAMEL? LOL. REMEMBER THAT ONE? WITTY ME. BUT, THE COTTONWOOD TREES, WERE SHEDDING TONS OF FUZZ! EVERYTHING IS SYMBOLIC AND SURE ENOUGH, A COP DROVE BY RIGHT AT THAT SECOND! WHATEVER THE FUCK? NOW I HAVE BEEN FALSELY ARRESTED AND JAILED FOR SHIT LIKE AN ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT THEN FRAMED FOR GRAND THEFT AUTO? OR HAD MY HOUSE ROBBED OF $20,000 + TAKING MY TRUCK, AND I HAVE BEEN CHASED BY COPS, NON-STOP, FOR THE LAST, 7 YEARS, SINCE THE DAY I WAS SWORN INTO THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT! GO FIGURE. MASCARA. SCARY BEAR HOT DOGS. BURN SCAR AREAS. SPIN POWER. HAND-WIPES. TOUGH & DURABLE. "THEY" WANT YOU TO THINK, INSANE AND DANGEROUS! SO COMPLIANT WITH THE LAW IT ISN'T FUNNY! BEING FAMED AND ENTRAPPED! BIG ASS TIME! THE POWER BROKER? GET REAL. POSSIBLE FLOODING. BATH FITTER. MEMORIAL DAY. (7) SO, I AGAIN, START TO HEAD ON THE B LINE TO REDMOND, ASK THE DRIVER, WHERE THE TOWN CENTER IS? HE TOLD ME TO CATCH, 248 AFTER, I GET OFF THE B LINE AT THE REDMOND TRANSIT CENTER. I GET OFF, SIT FOR SECONDS, AND A COPS, CRUISES BY????? OKAY, FUCK THIS SHIT! ON THE WAY OUT, AND ON THE WAY BACK, I SAW, TONS OF WARNING LIGHTS, ALL GOING OFF LIKE I HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE . . . I SAW THE SIGN, "NEXT STEEL PLATE! SHIT, MY VAN IS SITTING OUT ALL EXPOSED, BY ITSELF . . . THIS MORNING I THOUGHT, THESE FUCKERS ARE GOING TO TAKE, THE REGISTRATION DATES AND DEALER PLATES OFF, BECAUSE I HAVE UNTIL, JUNE 20 TO REGISTER, AND I HAVE A FUCKING LICENSE, SO ALL I NEED IS INSURANCE, BUT I JUST CANT GET A FUCKING LICENSING, PLACE, TO BE OPEN OR DO THEIR JOB AND FUCK THEM! SHIT, I AM THE INNOCENT ONE HERE, NOT THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE CUT OFF AND LEFT TO BLEED ALL OVER THEIR OWN RECORD! FUCK. THERE WAS A TARGET SHOPPING CART, PUSHED UP AGAINST THE GARBAGE CAN, OR THE CITY TRASH RECEPTICAL, ALL IS SYMBOLIC, TRASH THIS GARBAGE DUMP, REDMOND--"DO NOT PASS" SIGN, WAS AMONG THE WARNING SIGNS--OH, SO GET ME TO ASK THE JUDGE, TO RELEASE THE "FAKE" SHELLEY, CHARGES OR THE ONES, RECREATED FROM, PARTIAL, FRAGMENTS OF SITUATIONS, THAT, WERE STILL, WITHOUT TICKETS OR WARNINGS, AND I VENTURE A GUESS THAT IF THERE WAS A SIGNATURE AND A TICKET, SHELLEY'S SIGNATURE, WAS ON IT! CHECK MINE, AT THE BOTTOM OF BOTH HER, AND MY, KAY AND RACHEL'S, DRIVER LICENSES! GOOD GOD. SO, BETTER GET BACK AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF DODGE BEFORE THE COPS, JOIN THE "CRIMINAL MINDS" CREW AND, TOW MY PAID FOR, VAN OFF! SHIT, THERE IS NO, NAME, REGISTRATION, OR LICENSE, CONNECTED TO A FREE VAN, AND ALL THESE FUCKING CUNTS, OF COURSE ARE JEALOUS IF I BREATHE! HOWEVER, THE REASON THEY WOULD STEAL; THE PLATES, IS THAT WOULD CONNECT ME TO THE PURCHASE, AND MY MONTANA ID WAS, ATTACHED TO THAT. I REALIZED, JUST WHO EASY AND VULNERABLE I WAS. I GOT OFF THE B LINE, ROUGHLY, 3:00 PM, WALKED UP AND TOOK OFF! NO FUCKING WAY, THE DEA IS GETTING THIS VEHICLE LIKE THEY DID MY BABY TRUCK, I LOVED!! THIS IS THE PROBLEM WITH ASSET FORFEITURE THAT THESE FUCKERS ARE STILL, REELING FROM, WHEN I MADE ALL THE ALLEGED, HARD CORE, NARCS, AND DRUG ENFORCEMENT TEAMS, LOOK THE FOOLS AND THIEVES THEY ARE--HELLO, STILL ARE! TAKING, A MILLION DOLLAR AND HALF A MILLION DOLLAR HOUSE, A CABIN, 5 CARS, ALL MY NEW, AMAZING FURNITURE, MY LAW PRACTICE AND NOW MY FAMILY, AND A BILLION DOLLAR BLOG--NO, HOW CAN THE SEX PISTOLS--THESE GUYS ARE OLD, BALLZ, HANGING, LIKE THESE BUTCHS' FAKE BOOBS, SO TAKE THAT INTO CONSIDERATION, WHEN, I LOOSELY, SAY, SEX PISTOLS . . . THAT WAS ON WHEEL OF FORTUNE, RIGHT NOW . . . I HAVE A WHEEL OF FORTUNE THESE MOTHERFUCKERS ARE STEALING--THEY HATE, WHEN, I HAVE, ONE THING, THAT, REMOTELY EVENS THE SCORE--LIKE BOLTING OUT OF MONTANA AND SHOWING UP IN SEATTLE, LEAVING THEM EATING MY DIRT WHEN, THEY, PLANNED A STINK OP IN MY ROOM, IN THE OLD HISTORIC, MOTEL, IN KALSPELL, JEALOUS. JEALOUS, AGAIN! THERE IS NOTHING I DO THAT DOESN'T PISS THE SHIT OUT OF ALL OF THESE LOSERS! THEY PUT SURVEILLANCE CAMERA HIDDEN UNDER, A BLUE WALMART BAG, ON THE SHED, THAT I CAN SEE, THROUGH OR BEHIND MY WINDOW, IN MY ROOM--WHAT THE FUCK--SOME, PLASTIC LOOKING KIDS, CAMERA? THERE WAS AN ORANGE, SOMETHING, TRIM ON THE BUILDING, BEHIND, THE MOTEL . . . YOU HAVE TO BE SHITTING ME? HERE A DAY AND A HALF AND THESE SHITS ARE TRYING TO VIDEO ME, THROUGH THE WINDOW? FUCK? SICKO, MOTHERFUCKERS! OH, DOES SHE HAVE A BOYFRIEND? CAN WE SEE HER NAKED OR CHANGING HER CLOTHES? SICK BASTARDS AND BITCHES! THOSE BIG ASS FAKE TITS MUST NOT BE DOING IT FOR THE BOYZ CLUB THESE DAYS;! LOL. I KEPT HEARING, A DUDE, COUGHING, THAT IS MY SIGN FOR COP AND IT IS GENERALLY T RUE--I AM SURE ALL THE EMPTY ROOMS ARE FILLED WITH COPS, AND THE MANAGER, IS ALSO A PLANT! DICK? MY VAN IS FAMOUS, JUST LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE I DO AND COPS WOULD PAY A PRETTY PENNY FOR ANYTHING I TOUCH! I MENTION A BACK-SCRATCHER AND THE NEXT THING I KNOW, MY BACK-SCATCHER IS GONE??????? OR IS THIS, LITTLE CAMERA TO ENTERTAIN THE TROOPS? WHERE IS MILES? SHIT. I AM THE ONLY ONE CLEAN IN THIS WHOLE GAME . . . THIS IS MY LIFE, ASSHOLES! YOU SEE, WITH ALL MY DOUGH, THESE FUCKS CAN BUY ANY VAN THEY WANT, NO LIMITS . . . BUT THAT ISN'T FUN, TAKING JOANN'S STUFF IS . . . HER PAIN IS OUR PLEASURE . . . GROW THE FUCK UP! LOSERS. CUT THE AMBELICKAL CORD! BAD SPELLING INTENDED! GET A LIFE, HAVE YOUR PENIS PALS GET A LIFE TOO, JUST NOT MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEN I WAS BORN, FROM DAY ONE, MY M OTHER TOLD ME, THAT EVERY TOY I TOUCHED, SHELLEY , WOULD TAKE IT FROM ME AND SAY, IT MINE! IT MINE! I AM WORTH A MINT! SHE IS STILL SAYING IT MINE! YOU WILL GET THIS IN THIS, TRUE CRIME CASE, I AM GOING TO WRITE ABOUT, AND THE GUNSMOKE EPISODE, THAT, WAS AMAZING IN SHOWING, ME, AND OTHERS, WHAT, AND HOW THIS COULD HAPPEN! BUT FIRST, I WANT TO GIVE A SHOUT OUT, FOR, "CAROLINE'S CAFE' . . . OOOOHHHH, HACKED ON THAT ONE . . . JAMES KENNEDY MUST BE GETTING SENSITIVE--NO I AM TALKING ABOUT A LITTLE ROADSIDE CAFE', THE ONES I LOVE, TO EAT AT, IN HUNGRY HORSE MONTANA! THE PERFECT BREAKFAST FOR A PERFECT MORNING, UP AT THE HUNGRY HORSE CAM! GORGEOUS. I EVEN HAD TRACKERS FOLLOWING ME AT THE DAM . . . GO FIGURE . . . THERE IS NOT REST FOR THE RIGHTEOUS. COWBOY? U.S. MARSHAL TRACKER? MAROON CHEVY SEDAN. HE NOTICED THAT I NOTED, HE WAS FOLLOWING ME! SIMPLY SHOCKING. I LOVED, WATCHING THE OLD WESTERNS, IN MY COZY LITTLE ROOM, IN THE DUSTY, RUSTY, MY HOUSE, OR ROSE BRIER, MOTEL A, KALISPELL, PIECE OF HISTORY. JOHN WAYNE'S WIFE, SHOWED UP, WANTING A DIVORCE. HE BRAGGED HER AND SAID, HALF OF THE WORLD IS WOMEN, HOW COULD YOU BE THE ONE I WANT? LOL. DITTO ABOUT 10 TIMES, GENTS! I AM COOL, AND IF YOU WOULD LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, I WOULD GET THIN! 8 GYMS DOWN THE TUBE AND EVERY FUCKING DAY, I AM TRACKED . . LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! GOD. SO, BEFORE, I WAS SO, UNGRACIOUSLY INTERRUPTED BY KENNEDY, HAVING, A SHIT FIT, AFTER SITTING WATCHING THE SUN, ON THE TEAL LAKE OF GLASS, WITH ALMOST A PERFECT, MIRROR OF THE SNOW CAPPED MOUNTAINS, PINES, CLOUDS, AND, BEAUTY OF THE DAM, SITTING IN THE BACK OF MY VAN, EATING, APPLES, NUTS, BEEF JERKY, AND DIGGING ON LIFE, I WENT TO CAROLINE'S AND HAD A CHICKEN FRIED STEAK, RANCH RESERVES, THAT WAS SO BIG, THAT, IT FD ME BREAKFAST, DINNER, AND ALMOST HAD SOME LEFT OVER! HOMEMADE, HUCKLEBERRY JAM, MASSIVE PLATE OF HASH BROWNS, AND A FUN WAITRESS, NEW RED BALL CAP, IT WAS THE ENDING OF A DAY, LIKE FEW OTHERS . . . I WANTED TO END THE DAY WITH, GOING TO THE BLUE MOON, DANCING, BUT, TWO WEEKS, THEN, SURE. SMILE. ME AND THE COWBOY, COWGIRL, TWO-STEPPERS! THEY HATE ME . . . I JUST GET OUT AN BOOGIE! THE GIRLS CLUB, LOVES ME--THEY DON'T NEED A MAN TO ASK THEM TO DANCE, JUST GET OUT AND HAVE A LITTLE FUN! BANDS THAT PLAY THERE LOVE ME TOO--ALWAYS INVITE ME BACK, SO THE CROWD, GETS OUT ON THE DANCE FLOOR. I LAST UNTIL, 2:00 AM CLOSING. THE COW FOLK, END THEIR EVENINGS AFTER ABOUT, 5 DANCES! WHEN I FIRST GET OUT ON THE DANCE FLOOR, THE COUPLES, LOOK AT ME LIKE, I AM SURE . . . HOW DARE, SHE GET OUT ON HER OWN, AND A BIT CHUBBY TOO!???? AFTER ABOUT ONE DANCE, THEY K OW, I COULD DANCE ANY AND ALL OF THEM INTO THE GROUND, THEN THEIR MEN START TO WATCH ME AND THE COWGIRLS WANT TO LEAVE! STILL CUTE. TERMINALLY PRETTY. FUN TIMES, AT THE OKAY CORRAL! IT'S BEEN A WHILE. LAST TIME I WAS THERE, THE OWNERS, DAUGHTERS, BOYFRIEND HIT ON ME . . . THE BOUNCER ALMOST KICKED US BOTH OUT! LOL. I'M THE FUN ONE! HERE ARE THE EPISODES . . . THE ONE FROM GUNSMOKE WAS DEAD SET ON POINT! SO WAS THE TRUE CRIME. LETS START WITH THE TRUE CRIME . . . THERE IS METHOD TO MY MADNESS, BUT TEACHING IS MY GAME, AND YOU ALL NEED A LITTLE HELP, OR REALLY, A LOT. 7 YEARS AND YOU CAN'T TELL WHO I AM AND WHO THE BITCH SQUAD IS? CRIMINAL MINDS, BUT, THESE, CASES, AND THIS EPISODE MADE ME SEE, THAT IT MIGHT BE HARDER THAN I THINK . . .

JEALOUS. JEALOUS, AGAIN?
IT MINE.  MY STORIES? MY LIFE? MY FAMILY?
WHAT THE HELL?

THIS IS MY LIFE . . . BITCH.
SIMPLY AMAZING.

SHE ASSUMED HER ONLINE PRESENCE!
  • middle aged, hot brunette, recently divorced, meets, Mr. equally attractive, middle aged, man
  • the two date for four or so weeks, and the sparks just were not there, so they both parted ways, but remained friends . .. . that was until, this, new gal, an engineer, moved to town with her, teenage son, and started dating, the man, among others, just playing the field, and both, just enjoyed each other's company.
  • the first chick, would hang out with, dude, and one day, they werehanging as friends, and, the new chick, either dropped by or, she sas there, and the two pass each other in the hall . . . allegedly, there were words, and, the first, chick, said that, Ms. Genius, she had an I.Q. higher than, that requried for being a member of Mesa.
  • from that point on, Ms. Genius, started, to send, dude, email, after email, and, after only a few dates, with a very open relationship, Ms. Smarty, said she thought, that, she ought to move in with this guy . . . he was like, no, we don't even have a serious relationship.  He thought this was, totally out of character for this new chick, but then, the first girlfriend, now friend, said she was getting texts from, this chick too, threatening her, that if she didn't leave, whatever his name was, alone, she was going to start doing this or that to her, and him . . . 
  • now at this time, Ms. Smart, suddenly, up and leaves her job, ditches her son, and basically, disappears but for the crazy texts, both the man and his old friend, were getting . . . 
  • the cops, get a missing person, report filed, and they start checking around, and finding out what is going on, who was who and what was going down, between the parties . . . the missing chicks family, said, she would never leaver her son, nor her job, or just disappear?
  • the cops finally called in, both the parties, who were involved in a sort of lover's triangle, and, both the originals, showed the cops, all the texts, the dude got about, 1500 in one day!  He was shocked, and said this was, so different than the non-committal chick, he met, and got to know, so he was as puzzled as, her family.  There was one person who was not puzzled, and that was the brunette, and, the more, she co-miserated with this old lover, and as they shared the texts, together, the closer and closer the old flames, got . . . hanging out and just, laughing a joking about this nut-bag chick, who, seems to be having a melt down, over, this guy . . . 
  • the dark haired chick even got texts, from, crazy land, when she was with, waht is lookig, more and more, like her boyfriend, that is for the time being . . .  eventually, this chick, in fear of this new, chick, shows the cops, some texts threatening her and her children, that is she doesn't stop seeing this man, Ms. Crazy is going to burn down her house, with her and the kids in it!  Then the house burned down!  This was getting too serious for the cops, and I believe they brought in the FBI, to help with the missing person case . . . it had been 10 months, when, all the sudden out of nowhere, the missing lady''s, SUV, shows up parked at the dudes, apartment building, but again, nobody had seen her in months.  The brunette, kept trashing, the missing gal, who, from, everything her kid and mother, along with friends, said, was not the type to do any of this, stuff . . . but, these two kept getting, these hideous texts . . . and, the alleged, victim, just kept saying the missing gal was a bad mother, and, didn't know, engineering and blah, blah, blah, and the missing lady's, friends, and the cops, started wondering if they were missing something about the brunette?
  • as the cops started to think that the apparent hatred, of this woman, who merely passed the other chick, in the hall, was, just, seemingly, overly trashing, this other woman?  The cops started to look into this woman's background, and her ex-husband, and found out that on one occasion, he was exchanging their son, and, this chick went balistic on, her ex, and, attacked him, and battered him, in a McDonald's . . . he never reported the incident, he just wanted to get his son out of her presence, she threatened him with a gun, too . . . 
  • as the cops, started looking into the computer forensics, of all, the parties, involved, they started wondering, if the brunette, was making this up and writing these texts to herself . . . at about that same time, the brunette, started to blame, the death and the texts, on the man's first wife!  The first wife, said she didn't want to get back with her husband, and she seemed, bothered by the cops asking her about the whole affair, but she was in fear, and worried, that, this missing woman, had never shown up again?  The cops started to worry too . . . 
  • finally, I think it was an FBI forensic computer specialist, who said, tthat the text, appeared to go through, several, masks, of, what the IP number was, but, the texts appeared to have been written by, this chick herself?  She denied it, but, the cops, didn't let her out that easy, they kept digging.  Again they questioned the ex wife, but she just didn't seem the type . . . 
  • all the sudden, the brunette's house was set on fire and, she got herself and her kids out, but ther pets all died in the flames.  Then, out of the blue, she got shot too . . . at a park one night.  the cops though, who would shoot themselves and start, there own home on fire?  Then, they started to wonder where, Ms. Genius was?
  • finally, they stopped taking the dark haired, chick's, bull shit and called her one it and arrested her for murder of the missing woman!.  It had been three years now, and no body?  Where was, this, engineer?  Finally, the cops did a search of the accused, home and found a letter, that, for sure, written on this lady's computer!  They never found the body, of this woman who threatened this woman, so much, even with a man, she, had, previously, decided she didn't want . . . so, why, and who, would go to the extent, to cover, up, their crime, and, protect their reputation while attacking the woman, who nobody, saw, ever again, after the two met? who sets their house on fire, and shoots themselves?  The bullet trajectory, was, at an angle, that, only she could have done this . . . first degree murder, and no parole!  The cops might have found, the head of the rival, in a barn, on the dude's property, but I can't remember.  
  • Ms. Genius, family and friends, did all they could, to put back the reputation of this brilliant woman, who loved her son, and would, never have missed, a football game let, alone his graduation!  This murder had done so much to destroy her rival that, it was almost, impossible to do a reputation, repair!  But the family, and her friends, one crying, every time he had to talk about her, said, he wanted everybody to know of his friend, that she was an amazing mother, very bright, and fun, if not funny . . . 
  • THE COPS, DECIDED THAT THE BRUNETTE, SIMPLY TOOK OVER THIS WOMAN'S, ONLINE, PRESENCE AND, MADE UP, THIS WHOLE WORLD, WITH THOUSANDS OF TEXTS, THAT, RUINED HER REPUTATION AND TOOK HER LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HARDER TO DISTINQUICH THAN YOU OR I THINK, BUT THIS EPISODE OF THE OLD GUNSMOKE, REALLY, SHOWED ME, WHAT IT MIGHT BE LIKE, FOR SOMEONE, WHO COMES TO THIS THING COLD . . .
  • opens with, a table of men, playing cards, and Kitty, is talking to a young, Burt Reynolds, interesting, and, at the end of the game, one of the men, stood up and yelled, that oneo f the men, maybe the dealer, cheated, and took the card from the bottom of the stack, rather than the top, like he was suppose to--the cheater, took out his gun, and shot the accuser, dead . . . as everybody, scrambled, for cover, as Burt, jumped behind the bar, and started to shoot, but got shot himself, and Kitty was just disgusted, and shocked, that a man just died over, a card game?
  • the man was immediately taken into custody and, Marshall Dillon, came to Dodge to pick up the prisoner and to take him, somewhere . . . bathroom o r snack break, but the man, knew he was going to the gallows to hang, after he got convicted.  I came back and, both men, were, knocked out by the fight, and Matt had, a mean gash on his head . . . I am not sure where their horses, went, but, both men, looked like they fought, almost to the death, with Dillon, waking up, just long enough to crawl over and put one handcuff on himself, and leave one on the wrist of the prisoner.
  • as the two lay on the sand, in the hot sun, knocked out, a family, in a wagon comes on the scene . . . the mother is pregnant, and the father and the son, are in search of the right way to go, to get to Dodge, so the wife can deliver her baby.  When they first see the two men, hand-cuffed to each other, both are knocked out; however the prisoner comes to, first, while, Marshall, is still, cold, stone out!  His head is bleeding, and he, looks, like he might not make it, if, something is not done to save him.  Typical, husband and wife--he is worried about getting his wife to town, having enough water for her and themselves, and suggests, before either man wakes that, they leave the dead, because that is what they thought.  The woman will hear nothing of it . . . how can you be for life and then, leave, life int he desert ti die?  The prisoner overhears the father and the son, pondering on who is the Marshall and who is the prisoner, and you, just know, he is going to jump on the opportunity to get the higher honors and possibly get set free before, Dillon wakes up.  So, of course he declares himself the law man, and, states that, Matt is the prisoner.  IN the meantime, the son, discovers, Dillon's U.S. Marshall badge on the sand, and he grabs is, and, the prisoner, tells him, he can keep it . . . the kid thinks it is a sheriff's badge, so he knows, it is some, law enforcement officer's badge.  He read the kid well, and, he told the kid, he could keep the badge to remember, this and for all the  help he gave them.  The father would often or always, turn the guard duty over, the prisoners, for all the dad, knew, as his mom, took care of Dillon's wounds, so the prisoner had some alone time to talk to the kid, and convince him, he was the real, law enforcement officer, before, Dillon was with it enough to speak for himself.  Believe you me, you never have a second chance to make a good first impression.  Both men, claimed to be the marshal, so, it was all up to the family to decide and they just couldn't, decide.  The father, made a stick structure to drag the two, still handcuffed to each other, because, the family just couldn't tell, who was who, as the fast talking criminal, seemed, more alert, and willing and able to be seen as the man in the right!
  • the husband was, looking at the evidence and he, asked the man, as, Matt, went in and out of consciousness, if he was the law man, why didn't he have the key to unlock, the handcuffs?  You were on pins and needles, because, you could tell, that, they didn't really know, who was who and, the dad, wanted to leave them, and the mother refused, and even gave her water to them, so they could survive . . .  So the dad is reserving judgement until he has more information, not really believing either of them!  Mom, she just wanted them to live.  Son, he actually, believed, the prisoner, didn't he give him a badge?  How do you give someone something, if it is not yours?  So he reasons, this man, due to the badge, is, the cop.  At one point, Dillon, wakes to hear the father, cutting them loose and he, yells, don't cut the rope, then he passes out again!  Scream, as this man, is indoctrinating the son, each time, the dad, leaves to get something or take care of his wife who is very pregnant!
  • all the dad wants to know, is where Dodge is?  The prisoner, has a vested interest, in misleading the family, knowing there is a noose, waiting for him, so, he lies and tells the family, with this mother about to deliver, and out of water, that he knows there is a pond of water, going west, and Dillon, tells them the truth and, regardless o f where he needs to take the prisoner, Dodge is that way.  They father and son, actually, believe, the prisoner!  Matt Dillon, is, trying to persuade the prisoner to listen to his better angels, but he will not, and he is winning this fight.  The two men, get in a fight, and the father is pissed, so he cuts the two loose from their wagon, that is pulling them, through the sand, after they get up, and, leaves them handcuffed to each other, but as he is cutting them loose, the son, passes a shank, or cut piece of bone or something, that can be used as a weapon against the much, weaker, lawman!  Oh, shit!  The dad, cuts the pair loose, and takes of with his won to find water, leaving mom, starting to have contractions, in the back of the wagon, and when the son, goes to get, water for his mom, and his dad is gone, to get water, with the two men, walking a long way back, they see the water is gone, and the wagon wheel falls off!  Dillon, the prisoner, and the kid, get the wagon wheel back on, as the dad comes back with no water!  Finally, Dillon, gets his shit together, and, convinces, the family, that for their own, good, Dodge it that way, and if they listen to this man, again, he is likely to have their wagon, their water, their, horses, and will leave them all stranded in the desert!  TRUE OF THESE FUCKS TOO!
  • as a result of the con, the baby dies, but the mother, father and son are fine, and they get water and rest.  Dillon gets control of the prisoner and takes him where he was going before the dude, jumped him and almost killed him!
THE GALLOWS FOR THEM ALL!!!!!!!!!
SERIOUSLY.

WE NEED A HERO!
The Virginian
  • in this episode, and I am giong to try to make is short, but the blonde, brother or friend, it's been, 30 years since I have seen these, but I thoroughly enjoyed them . . . no true crime, I have found so far, on 120 channels of cooking and shopping!  Lol, but hey, these westerns are, getting right to the point!  I never . . . as a kid, you don't see the deeper, meaning and facts, in these old TV shows, they just entertained you, but, I was shocked at the depth of the ingight, on these . . . in this, an ambitious go-getter, is called in by his rich, railroad, owner boss, and he is told to get his young wife and go take this old ghost town, and bring his friends, to start a twon, that will grow and be built around, this insider secret that the railroad is coming through, and, they can all get rich and control the town!
  • on one of his trips back and forth to the big town and the new town, the young man's, team of horses gets away with the wagon, and the horses, in wild abandon, is looking like, they are going to tip the wagon over and the man, could die . . . the Virginian, shows up at just the right time and saves the day, stops the horses, and joins the man to make sure he makes it back to his new town, that, the Virginian is shocked to find out is, coming back alive and the railroad is coming through there, for fortunes to be made!  
  • the old timer is amazed at this bustling, new town, where everyone seems to like this new, adventuresome, man, who hires, an older, retired sheriff, with little to do, until, the bad guys show up, to force the settlers or the man, to sing, rights to the town over to them.  Before that, the one attorney, in the town, says, he and his wife, are not, thinking that, this is the life for them, so they are leaving.  The wife encourages, her husband to not get discouraged, and, go talk to the attorney and his wife.  The Virginian, just, observes and is waiting for his horse to be cared for, getting hurt in the run away wagon incident.  He sees that all is not well in this desert oasis, even with the opportunities.
  • while, the husband,wife team and the Virginian are out, at the homestead, of the attorney, three men, ride into town, looking for, the developer, and the sheriff, sends the men over to the young man's house, but when, they knock on the door, and nobody opens, they find the door to be open, and they just walk in the home of this man--the sheriff is shocked and throws them out of his friend's house!  The three are hot shots and ask, who is going to make them, stay out of his house?  Soon, the man will have no choice and he will want to turn all rights to the town over to to them, or they will burn the town to the ground!  The old retired lawman is pissed, and said, that is not giong to happen.  Who's going to stop them?  They come with power and gifts of money, and opportunity, but they have to play by their rules.  The sheriff tries to throw them out, but, when he goes to kick them out, because the man is not around, they shoot him.  s As the sheriff is being treated, the husband, wife and the Virginian, come to town.
  • the three men, offer, this young ambitious man, a deal he would be crazy, to refuse . . . he doesn't feel good about the deal, but the wife, sides with the men, wanting her husband's dreams, and hers for the town to come true and to keep, some of the people, who want to leave.  About the time, all this is happening, the Virginian walks, in and, he and the lead guy, pull guns on each other, then, fight, pretend to fight, and the whole saloon is worried, until they find out the two are old friends and playing the competitive games they had, since they were young boys, growing up together.  This friendship, puts everyone at ease that this is a good guy.  The two laugh and catch up on old times.  The sheriff, warns, all, that he has seen many  men like this one, and they nned to be aware, but greed, or the promise of riches, controls their minds, and at the encouragement of his wife, the dude, signs this contract with the men, wnho work for someone else, a ruthless man, who has a reputation that proceeds him.
  • after the man hears what the sheriff said, about these men, in light of the old friendship, wonders if he made a mistake?  He runs back after the men, leaving on their horses, and says he recants, his deal, and doesn't want to make a deal with the devil!  the men, laugh at him, and, all throw their ropes around him, and ask he struggles, to stand, and defy the men, they laugh and make a fool of him, in front of his friends and his wife.  The Virginia, again, is coming on the scene late and cuts his new friend loose from, the ropes of his childhood friend, giving him a look, like what the hell happened to you?????  The men, leaving, threaten the whole town, that if they don't live up to this contract, that has just  been signed, they will burn down the town!  They get the attorney, as ask him to look over the contract to see if they really have to keep the elements of the deal.  YES.  Everyone is sick.  The talk about how hard they have worked, how much, the town, means to them, and they decide to fight.
  • the next, day, for some reason, or maybe, because the attorney is leaving, the men ride out to his house and, when he fights them, they, burn down his house!  Hello.  The legal eagle, is pissed, feels helpless and rides to town, now ready to stay and fight these menacing men!  The town people, men, women, and children, build up barriers, at each end of the town, and those who can shoot, arm themselves, and they wait for these men to return . . . and they come back, taken back to see that the town, folk, are not only armed and ready for them, but they have been blocked, from getting into town!  At this time, the Virginian, is leaving, but, when, he sees, the town, needs his help, he takes the sheriff up on his offer, to put on the deputy badge and get a dollar for his services.  He goes out and joins the rest of the town, and his friend was stunned that, his buddy would get in this fight, against him.
  • the Virginian, leaves the barricades and goes to talk to this man, who has about ten men wiith him, to see if he can talk him down.  Before the two can talk, the bad guy, pulls his gun on his childhood friend, the Virginian, and, the "V" kills him, or almost.  The friend's last words was, I guess we know who's fastest now.  The two had been playing quickest draw, all their lives, now on e was dead.  The Virginian, finally, talked some sense into the other men, paid to harass and fuck with the town people, to force them to see things their sway!  They turned and road away . . . good call!
  • the town celebrates, and they rip up the contract, and vow to make it the best town ever.
EVERY TOWN, NEEDS A HERO!

WE CAN ALL BE HEROES IN OUR OWN, RIGHT!

RISE TO THE CHALLENGE . . .

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